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Post by Auransky on Mar 23, 2019 0:04:11 GMT -5
The world seemed to have stopped, it was Juuzou and Rowlin just gridlocked with mixed expressions. The young man, Juuzou wasn't much older then himself, appearance wise. "Tch.." He braced for impact, the two slashes impacting directly. Okay! Maybe this is a murder attempt? He smiled instantly, then turned when Juuzou rolled behind him for a few more slashes. There was blood seeping down his arms, from the first wave of cuts. Yet he slid back to force Juuzou to dive forward with the second wave of slashes. At the same time he saluted Juuzou with his left hand, a confident amused smile clear as day. Next, he lunged forward at Juuzou, walking back into the next wave of slashes from the investigator. The investigator was clearly defending with one hand, attacking with the other, on the other hand the vampire was unarmed.
When Rowlin got into slashing distance, he suddenly disappeared within blinks. In his place were a flock of ravens flying at Juuzou in a massive wave. All of them croaking in an aggressive manor. Feathers flew everywhere, a few stained with blood. The room was flocking with Ravens, they performed an Ariel barrel roll. At the top of the barrel roll, they started to disappear, leaving only feathers in their place, gliding down.
Where the majority of the feathers started to rain, Rowlin reappeared standing with a rather disinterested look towards the side. There cuts on his arms were starting to heal. He placed a gentle hand against his right cheek, wiping off the blood from a wound that had already healed.
His eyes were violet. He was going to compliment the man for not backstabbing him, but little Myrnin jumped on Juuzou as an attempted attack. Then there was Hange running for the hunter. He gritted his teeth, his fangs visible. He ran back to Juuzou sliding across the ground to grab mini Myrnin, leaving himself exposed for the repercussions. Though, that also meant Juuzou didn't have any barrier to not be attacked by Hange. He had burned his right knee in the process as he forced the slide to grasp the kid and get away from the child with issues. Keeping his back turned to Juuzou he looked at Myrnin dead in the eyes, "I appreciate the help but please, leave these matters to reckless." He advised in a teacher tone, with his back still turned! He bit his tongue holding in the disgusting pain from burning his knee a few seconds back, forget the stabs, the burn was worse.
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 23, 2019 0:25:30 GMT -5
Ononoki looked on as Juuzou struck, not so much as flinching from the sudden attack. It would be considered wise by any normal person to at least step back a few paces since the two were mere feet in front of her, but she stayed planted in place. Her green gaze stared blankly forward, partially at them and partially at nothing in particular. She didn't even raise a hand or budge her galoshes when Myrnin ran forward, Hange chasing after him; her hands lay dormant on the orange ruffles of her dress. No matter how cute she was, the complete lack of emotion could bring her presence closer to that of an eerie or haunting one sometimes. There was simply no reason for her to intervene. She could have stepped in, done something about what she knew was going to happen, but she decided not to. She assumed that Juuzou was a vampire hunter, or that he mistook Rowlin for what he was actually supposed to be hunting. But Rowlin was not disturbing any spiritual forces as far as Ononoki could tell, and she had no knowledge of Juuzou's history to form an opinion. If anything, she would do something about the little boy who was in and out of the encounter, as he seemed to be both defenseless and human. Until she found it necessary to involve herself, the doll basically became a camera with striped legs. She was observing Rowlin's movements, seemingly adding these abilities to her library. In a surprising yet subtle turn of expectations, she was also watching them closely because she was interested in which would win. As a codependent being, she was at all times considering who would be the better fit to accompany.
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 23, 2019 0:33:10 GMT -5
Juuzou lunged forward, taking the bait. His knife flashed as he moved to attack in earnest, his mind already mapping out where he would aim from moment to moment as he dodged whatever the ghoul threw at him. That fact that his slashes had connected didn’t mean anything. Either he’d taken Rowlin by surprise or the other blinker didn’t care about such shallow wounds, which he doubted a ghoul would. What did mean something was the fact that his target was now a massive flock of birds. The new blinker’s eyes went huge, and he slashed at them, mainly to defend himself while he figured out what had just happened. Where was Rowlin? Warm red liquid spattered his pale skin as his knife hit flesh. And then they were gone, replaced by tar black feathers floating gently and inexplicably where the ghoul(?) had stood. He saw Rowlin reappear at the same moment a small body collided with him and wrapped its arms around his legs, startling him. He tensed and looked down, then relaxed as he saw it was only the green-eyed kid from earlier, tears streaming down his small face like drops of rain. He heard a shout and glanced up to see the other person with the long hair charging towards him, an all too familiar expression of horror twisting their face as they screamed the child’s name. He only had a split second to act before the other two were on him, so he grinned down at the child and winked, saluting the tiny blinker with the tip of his dagger touching his white hair. “It’s really not a good idea to run towards fighting people, Myrnin! You might get stabbed, you know.” And then Rowlin had slid out of nowhere and pulled the child away, and Juuzou spun to face Hange with his daggers ready and his grin wide. He officially had no idea what was going on, but he was at least pretty sure that Rowlin wasn’t a ghoul, so he no longer had any need to kill him. Unfortunately, they now probably wanted to kill him, so practically nothing had changed.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 23, 2019 18:08:49 GMT -5
Maladict's expression was like stone. It took him a second to scan the area as well. He wasn't a soldier. He was, however, living in a country always at war. This wasn't a strange assumption. "Yes," he murmured. "So would I." He looked back at Kelsier. He didn't think investigating the sound was a good idea, but he asked anyway. "Do you think we should check it out? Or should we avoid it?" He slowly brushed off his shirt (or the fancy equivalent) and looked around. His hearing had come back with only a faint ringing now. "There might be something more important around here ..." Kelsier chewed his lip and leaned back against the trunk of a huge tree as he considered the question. “Well, I don’t think we’re going to be safe either way.” He pointed out after a moment, his hazel eyes moving back and forth between Maladict’s. He could tell by the vampire’s expression that the idea of an army wasn’t unfamiliar to him, and he wondered briefly whether Mal had ever fought in one before. It was hard to tell just from the stony look in his eye. He sighed and got to his feet, brushed the dead leaves from his gray mist cloak, and brought a smile to his lips as he looked down at his companion. “It’s the only lead we have right now. I think we should check it out, if you’re up to it.” (Today is surprisingly a lot busier than yesterday.) "Fine," said Maladict. It seemed like the best option that he had, so he really saw no reason why they could avoid it. Part of him wondered if, because of the stories he'd heard about the House, if it was even possible they could avoid going in that direction anyway. Maybe the room world just loop back on itself. He pointed in the direction the noise had come from before hesitantly walking in that direction. He wasn't willing to move quickly into a war or at least into another blast of noise. As they walked the leaves in the trees started to grow sparser and then drifts of fresh, fallen leaves grew larger until Maladict was looking ahead at a decidedly leaf-less stretch of forest. It went to his left and right ... in a circle ... "That," he muttered. "Is not how forests usually work." His eyes narrowed and he looked out at the bare trunks. "Was that horn blast at the center of this?" (There are invisible wolf bodies at the center of this. Feel free to have someone trip over one.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 23, 2019 18:32:56 GMT -5
There was no way for Myrnin to register that they were using his actual name in all the dram and chaos. Instead, he stared both in shock at Juuzou and then was completely wrenched away by Rowlin. His heart jack-hammered against his check and he looked at the man who'd been a swarm of birds just a second ago. It had ... looked cool. He'd had confidence and had even been willing to get hurt. But Myrnin knew what injuries like that could be like and he squirmed, wanting to tackle Juuzou again. Because now it was Hange in danger and that was really his fault. All his fault. "Stop!" he said. "Please stop fighting!" He looked between Rowlin and Hange and Juuzou and back again. He hardly glanced at the doll-like girl, since she wasn't actually doing anything. He just wanted them to go back to looking at the cars and maybe even destroying the wall. Loud noises were better than this.
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Post by Auransky on Mar 23, 2019 21:00:46 GMT -5
Elliot blinked caught off guard by Myrnin's direct dive into his personal space. Had this been the warfront, the situation should not happened to begin with. Yet, in silence he shifted his head downwards to see his hand gripped by Myrnin's. There was blood on his fingers, but he cared not about it. His attention went away from their hands, now fully focused on Myrnin. He was going to vocally reply, but instead he closed his eyes and tilted his head, then proceeded with a stiff nod.
He had fallen silent, his turquoise eyes growing distant at the comment of power. It was one he fancied very little, but listened regardless to the fellow vampire standing at very close proximity. "I too have seen my fair share of ill minded fools." He softly commented keeping a nuetral tone but trying to soften. He shrugged now, bringing his shoulders back, "There was a time when she cared." He tilted his head to the side. "I do not blame her." His jaw twitched. "Stress is expected on royalty." His bright turquoise eyes twitched, conflicted as to whether he should feel sympathy or rage. "Being a widow, she must bear the burden of our people alone."
He fell silent, trying to recompose himself. Myrnin's suggestion of being himself was one easier said then done. When Myrnin mentioned the Spurious, his attention instantly returned to the fellow vampire. "They hold no burden outside of the commitments they willingly make." His eyes shifted down before looking back up. "As long as they live to serve, The purebloods neither hold a burden." He paused, the color in his eyes fading, "Us carrying origin blood, if we run, we have shamed our kind, and be deemed traitors. The queen will send the Varis after us-" He paused realizing he hadn't mentioned the Varis. "-The Varis are an exclusive round of knights, only consisting of Originals. They serve the Queen, and that is the only place they are allowed to be." He shook his head slowly, with distaste in his voice. "Varis serve the royal family without question, nor waver. to deny the Varis, to abandon our kind, the Varis will come after deserters." His eyes shifted towards his hand coated in dry blood, "To take the lives of deserters, that is our upmost priority." His eyes now shifted elsewhere. "Other worlds fear originals, they know well of the Varis, the force far distant from reality. Hence they would rather avoid bloodshed by keeping out of our affairs." He shrugged, his voice softening.
"I can perhaps hold my own should I choose to desert. Perhaps struggle against those older then myself, or more experienced." He admitted his faults, "However, if I desert." His eyes twitched, with his turquoise color flashing brightly, illuminating like a new LED light bulb, "There would be no heir to the throne." His tone was ravaging with anger, he wasn't trying to hide it at this point. He accepted the reality of his situation, and he absolutely hated it.
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Post by broken on Mar 24, 2019 14:42:16 GMT -5
(Hi guys, I'm here for the next few hours if anyone is on. I might be a little poofy though.)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 24, 2019 15:46:10 GMT -5
(Broken! )
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Post by broken on Mar 24, 2019 15:57:19 GMT -5
(Hey Mint! Sorry it's been forever since I've been on)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 24, 2019 16:00:07 GMT -5
( Me and Dia have missed you. <3 I'm glad you're here! How have you been? )
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Post by broken on Mar 24, 2019 16:03:02 GMT -5
(Awww I'm sorry! And I'm doing ok, just been busy with classes. How have you been?)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 24, 2019 16:18:29 GMT -5
(No need to be sorry! We were just concerned about your school workload. ^^ I've been good! I got my first job recently and I really like. School's going pretty well and I like my professors. Home life is a bit everywhere, but it's alright. Anything interesting on your end?)
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Post by broken on Mar 24, 2019 16:40:44 GMT -5
(Ah well glad to hear about your classes and job! And no, nothing really interesting. I'm just switching my major again, but that's about it.)
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Post by Sησω on Mar 24, 2019 17:25:59 GMT -5
(Hello!)
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2019 0:06:27 GMT -5
(Good luck Broken! <3 )
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2019 0:18:45 GMT -5
"Alright," Kaito said hesitantly. He didn't think that was a very foolproof plan, but he thought it was the best Arlo was going to get for now. There were other things she probably wanted to think about - or rather not think about. "Come on," he said gently. "Let's sit on the couch." They were still on the floor, where Arlo had blinked in. He rested one of his hands on her shoulder, dipping his head and smiling reassuringly. "Do you want me to get anything ... or rather see if I have anything on me?" His eyebrows were knitted together with concern. He knew Arlo had just lost her parents - people who probably cared a lot about her if they'd wanted her to stay safe that badly - but he didn't know what was better for her in this situation. He honestly wasn't even sure how Arlo dealt with loss. He knew she had lost people, but he hadn't seen her do so directly - apart from when he'd died. He just wanted to be there for this younger version however he could. "Okay," Arlo replied quietly, rubbing at her eyes with the back of her hand before getting to her feet. "I don't know..." The girl hesitated to answer his question, her gaze drifting around the room. "I-I have some supplies in my bag but-" she stopped suddenly. She wasn't actually sure what she had in her backpack- her mother had pretty much thrown it at her as soon as she was awake and although it felt a bit heavier than it had before she hadn't looked to see what had been added to it. The girl carefully set her knife on the coffee table, then took her backpack off and sat on the edge of the couch to look in it. Inside were several things you would expect one to bring when they went camping- a couple bags of trail mix, some beef jerky, a few extra bottles of water- probably what was making it weigh more-, some rope, a flashlight, a slightly crumpled box of matches, a pocket knife, and of course, her notebook. It was better than nothing, but it wouldn't last long. It took a moment for Arlo to notice what else was in the bag- something that she definitely hadn't put there. Half hidden behind the water bottles was an envelope with her name scribbled hastily across it. She started to started to reach for it but stopped. It felt a little like when she'd realized she'd been in the House before. She had so many questions, but she was afraid of the answers, afraid that the situation was even worse than she already thought it was, even though that felt pretty impossible. A thought suddenly occurred to her and she looked up at Kaito again. "What do you..." she started to ask a question, but trailed off, her gaze dropping back to the locket she was holding, just in time to see what sort of looked like threads of pale green energy twisting around her fingertips. Her eyes widened as she watched it for a couple seconds before it vanished again. "Did you see that..?"
"Yes," replied Kaito honestly. He studied Arlo, eyes soft, even though she wasn't actually looking at him. He pondered her reaction and easily reached the conclusion that her abilities weren't something she'd had for a very long time. "It's okay," he reassured after a heartbeat. She was probably worried about it. He knew that he had spent a long time trying to figure out what Pandora had done to him and it hadn't had so many side effects and rules as he knew Arlo's abilities did. "Your older self used that sometimes," he said, making a snap decision as he pointed to her hands. "It's an energy, as far as I know. Like ... you're holding liquid life - or mist life, something of that fashion." He smiled just a little. "I don't know if you've ever read any fantasy stories about mystical healers, but that's what your older self did in the House when she was around. Well ... that was the magical side of what she did. Back when this place started she was the first blinker. She ... she was the one who explained this place to me. I doubt I'd know half of what I know now without her." He sounded like he was talking about a whole other person. He couldn't help it, nor could he help the slight bittersweet taste it left in his mouth. "But that power you have now - it'll be alright. It's going to help you out a lot. I can't tell you how you figure it out. I wish I could." He swallowed. There was something else. Something he hadn't thought of until right this moment. What else Arlo could do. "You ... if it works the same ... you can bring back the dead." There. He'd said it. Now he wasn't sure if he was able to take it back or if he should.
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Post by mintedstar/fur on Mar 25, 2019 0:44:31 GMT -5
Elliot blinked caught off guard by Myrnin's direct dive into his personal space. Had this been the warfront, the situation should not happened to begin with. Yet, in silence he shifted his head downwards to see his hand gripped by Myrnin's. There was blood on his fingers, but he cared not about it. His attention went away from their hands, now fully focused on Myrnin. He was going to vocally reply, but instead he closed his eyes and tilted his head, then proceeded with a stiff nod. He had fallen silent, his turquoise eyes growing distant at the comment of power. It was one he fancied very little, but listened regardless to the fellow vampire standing at very close proximity. "I too have seen my fair share of ill minded fools." He softly commented keeping a nuetral tone but trying to soften. He shrugged now, bringing his shoulders back, "There was a time when she cared." He tilted his head to the side. "I do not blame her." His jaw twitched. "Stress is expected on royalty." His bright turquoise eyes twitched, conflicted as to whether he should feel sympathy or rage. "Being a widow, she must bear the burden of our people alone." He fell silent, trying to recompose himself. Myrnin's suggestion of being himself was one easier said then done. When Myrnin mentioned the Spurious, his attention instantly returned to the fellow vampire. "They hold no burden outside of the commitments they willingly make." His eyes shifted down before looking back up. "As long as they live to serve, The purebloods neither hold a burden." He paused, the color in his eyes fading, "Us carrying origin blood, if we run, we have shamed our kind, and be deemed traitors. The queen will send the Varis after us-" He paused realizing he hadn't mentioned the Varis. "-The Varis are an exclusive round of knights, only consisting of Originals. They serve the Queen, and that is the only place they are allowed to be." He shook his head slowly, with distaste in his voice. "Varis serve the royal family without question, nor waver. to deny the Varis, to abandon our kind, the Varis will come after deserters." His eyes shifted towards his hand coated in dry blood, "To take the lives of deserters, that is our upmost priority." His eyes now shifted elsewhere. "Other worlds fear originals, they know well of the Varis, the force far distant from reality. Hence they would rather avoid bloodshed by keeping out of our affairs." He shrugged, his voice softening. "I can perhaps hold my own should I choose to desert. Perhaps struggle against those older then myself, or more experienced." He admitted his faults, "However, if I desert." His eyes twitched, with his turquoise color flashing brightly, illuminating like a new LED light bulb, "There would be no heir to the throne." His tone was ravaging with anger, he wasn't trying to hide it at this point. He accepted the reality of his situation, and he absolutely hated it. "Yeaaaaa," said Myrnin, mouth opening just a bit wide on the last syllable. He was clearly putting a lot of doubt into it. "I'm not buying it. You just dished out a whole bunch of excuses for your Queen and I don't see any of them mattering. I've been under a lot of vampires and you can pull excuses like that out of the sky if you want to. That doesn't mean they're good leaders. If they can't support the people than they shouldn't be rulers, that's how it words. I've been a lord, I've seen how it works, and I've been at the right hand, left hand, or possibly about to by stabbed by the sword of Queens and Kings and all in between. The position is stressful, but you just described a lady who hunts her people if they don't do what she says, even if they're just going to a remote island to live the rest of their immortality. My Queens not perfect, but she at least gives you options. Even Oliver's not that much of a tyrant and he used to rule England." He paused and then made air quotes. "'Ruled.'" He shrugged and moved on. "Anyway, you don't even have the liberty of waiting until she's dead to have a say in the matter. They could take centuries and trust me, I've tried to out-wait them before and it wasn't fun." Bishop had not been fun. "Thing about scary long lifespans is that in a couple thousand years you could be best buds with your enemy. Killing them all off is just wasteful. I can't say that's a solid rule, but I've played run around or away for a while and then I just came back. Justify your Queen all you want, but she has some petty flawed logic when it comes to working with her subjects." He hardly seemed to care one way or the other about what Elliot was referring. He waved his hand dismissively. "Oh that. Was that the issue? Why not just take over then? Say, 'Mum - I'm assuming mum, thought it could be aunt or sister or cousin I've seen so many options - mum, I think your ruling sucks, and no that's not a pun, and maybe we should switch off for a little so you can have a break.' Sadly they don't always like when you say that, even if you plan to give it back ... I always wonder why. It's very silly. So usually one of you ends up dead. I wouldn't advice it be you, just saying."
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 25, 2019 13:44:14 GMT -5
Kelsier chewed his lip and leaned back against the trunk of a huge tree as he considered the question. “Well, I don’t think we’re going to be safe either way.” He pointed out after a moment, his hazel eyes moving back and forth between Maladict’s. He could tell by the vampire’s expression that the idea of an army wasn’t unfamiliar to him, and he wondered briefly whether Mal had ever fought in one before. It was hard to tell just from the stony look in his eye. He sighed and got to his feet, brushed the dead leaves from his gray mist cloak, and brought a smile to his lips as he looked down at his companion. “It’s the only lead we have right now. I think we should check it out, if you’re up to it.” (Today is surprisingly a lot busier than yesterday.) "Fine," said Maladict. It seemed like the best option that he had, so he really saw no reason why they could avoid it. Part of him wondered if, because of the stories he'd heard about the House, if it was even possible they could avoid going in that direction anyway. Maybe the room world just loop back on itself. He pointed in the direction the noise had come from before hesitantly walking in that direction. He wasn't willing to move quickly into a war or at least into another blast of noise. As they walked the leaves in the trees started to grow sparser and then drifts of fresh, fallen leaves grew larger until Maladict was looking ahead at a decidedly leaf-less stretch of forest. It went to his left and right ... in a circle ... "That," he muttered. "Is not how forests usually work." His eyes narrowed and he looked out at the bare trunks. "Was that horn blast at the center of this?" (There are invisible wolf bodies at the center of this. Feel free to have someone trip over one.) Perfect //rubs hands together )) Kelsier was fine with being slow. He, too, had no desire to go running into a situation he couldn’t control, even if he did itch to see what was going on as fast as he could. As they walked, and the less and less leaves remained on the branches, the mistborn couldn’t help shielding his eyes with his hand and looking up at the bright sun. It was amazing to be able to see it so clearly without burning tin...amazing to see it at all. It was so bright it made his eyes sting until he was forced to blink and look away, and even then the after image burned red when he closed his eyes. “No.” He agreed. He didn’t have to know what a forest should look like to know something unnatural when he saw it. “No, that looks distinctly artificial, doesn’t it?” He glanced sideways at the vampire. “Cover me?” Then he stepped into the circle and tensed, bracing himself to run or fight or...well, something was bound to happen, right? And it did. His foot hit something invisible and he stumbled into a tree with a sharp inward gasp.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 25, 2019 17:15:36 GMT -5
Hange kept their blades steady, but skidded to a halt, mind racing to evaluate and react to the situation. Juuzou had abandoned Myrnin...good, that was what they wanted. “Stand down,” they told him, standing up a little straighter and lowering their blades the slightest bit. This had escalated quickly...this was a place where they needed to deescalate it before anybody figured out how to make it worse. “No one here wants to injure you, but I will certainly injure you if you force my hand by further inciting violence.”
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Post by ®Hawkpath® on Mar 25, 2019 19:30:58 GMT -5
Juuzou wasn’t even breathing hard yet. This was nothing yet, barely anyone had even been hurt, and at this point he was doubting Rowlin counted anyway. He did pause as Hange stopped their attack, and a sliver of confusion clouded his adrenaline-fuelled excitement. Why had they stopped? We’re they intimidated by him...? He tilted his head very slightly as they spoke, his red eyes flicking rapidly between theirs, then down to their weapons as they lowered them into a less aggressive position. He too straightened up, and pointed at them with the bloodied dagger, his eyes narrowed. Then he grinned and gave them a shallow bow, lowering his weapon. “Nah, I don’t want to kill him anymore. So what are you?”
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Post by Razzle Dazzle on Mar 26, 2019 10:33:56 GMT -5
"Human," spoke Ononoki's voice from behind Juuzou, and she took a few hollow steps forward before stopping so that she was more to one side of him. She didn't even look at Hange as she said it; a human aura without significant aberrations was no trouble to detect. That meant the same for the investigator. The doll gave him a sidelong glance, as if somehow, this emotionless being was surprised that he decided to stop fighting. It could have been another instance of her expecting him to act like Kagenui, her master being one of the more brutal oddity experts. Even though she had simply stood by, she was thankful that Myrnin had been saved. There was no point to involving him further. Rowlin on the other hand had piqued her interest, more than the other blinkers. His complexity made him confusing, but also something intriguing to parse apart. The only question left was, how stable was he?
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Mar 26, 2019 16:33:13 GMT -5
(it's time for clem plot) Clementine blinked into the living room, staring wide-eyed at something, her short legs carrying her forward before she stopped due to the couch appearing in her path. She put her hands out and pressed up against the side of it, still looking spooked, but she carefully turned her head to look around the space of the house. She was being given a break.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 26, 2019 16:54:00 GMT -5
CLEM PLOT CLEM PLOT)
Captain Lovelace blinked into the living room, mid stride. “And just in case that wasn’t clear enough either, let me...” The rage furrowing her brow softened into a colder, flatter expression as she realized she’d just been pulled back. Back here. “What the hell...” she said, tone coming out hushed as she narrowed her eyes and scanned the room in an instant...and spotted a small child. Discomfort ran up her spine - she had little idea how to interact with children. It wasn’t exactly in her job description. Still...why was there a kid here too? Was this still Command...or someone else? Something else? No. Never let your thoughts run away with you, that’s how you die. Make a decision. Act. “Hey,” she said brusquely, approaching the girl and kneeling down so she was nearly eye to eye with her. “Where are your parents? You know how you got in here?”
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Post by Sησω on Mar 26, 2019 17:03:50 GMT -5
Dukku blinked into the living room, tensing up with shock as the scenery switched suddenly. A similar thing had happened only a few moments before, but this place looked different from the last. However, two things were the same: he had appeared here randomly and unexpectedly, and the other creatures in the room looked like 'Benjamin' and Dipper. Humans, he recalled, the foreign species name still fresh in his brain. "Is this the Paradox House?" He hope he got that right - more foreign words, the only ones he could use to describe the place where he had met humans.
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Lesbian
dawn
"I'm such a tiny constellation... but thank you for noticing I'm here."
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Post by dawn on Mar 26, 2019 17:11:51 GMT -5
Clementine gave a light jump when someone blinked in rather angrily. "Um, hello," she greeted as the woman knelt in front of her. "I got here just like you, but I still don't know how it really works. And...well my parents don't come here." She wished they did, that would make things so much easier. "I'm Clementine," she offered her name just as another appeared, this time a creature she was unfamiliar with.
She still looked mildly shocked from whatever had been going on, but upon seeing the being she became more interested in the present. "Oh wow, what are you?" she asked, curiosity overpowering any manners in her inquiry.
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Post by <Raintalon> on Mar 26, 2019 17:24:51 GMT -5
Lovelace gave a light sigh. That’s what she’d thought. So far, no one at all seemed to know what was going on. “Clement - “ She didn’t even get to finish the name before two more voices sounded from behind her in rapid succession. On instinct, she spun around, on her feet in an instant, hand grabbing at the weapon on her belt that was no longer there. “Son of a...” She stared as the creature in the corner started to talk, but before she could even finish absorbing that, someone from behind her said ‘this is the Paradox House’. She spun around once again, rounding on Rex with a chip already planted firmly on her shoulder. “The Paradox what?” she demanded, all the venom in her tone carefully contained in a quiet hiss as she stared the taller, more heavily armored mystery man down. “You know what the hell’s going on here, big guy? Care to share with the class?
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Pansexual
Cloverleaf
For certain as our banner flies, we are not alone. The people too must rise.
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Post by Cloverleaf on Mar 26, 2019 17:28:37 GMT -5
Victoria looked up from where she'd blinked in, seeing four new blinkers. She looked down at her ice chunk, frowning a little as it dampened the carpet it was sitting on as it melted, then turned away. If it was gonna melt, it would melt whether she was standing next to it or not. The clockwork wolf trotted over to the group, recognizing Rex as someone who'd blinked before but not the other two people or the creature, though they seemed to have some familiarity with the House. The wolf wagged her tail, echoing Rex with an excited bark, "Yeah, the Paradox House!"
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